Fic: Run (Tom/Ginny)
Title: Run
Character(s): Ginny/Tom; mentions the trio
Prompt: disheveled
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 1206
Summary: "You need me," she said.
Author's Notes: umm...again, sorry this has taken so long. the last bit of the was hard to write, and it will be hard to read. the rating is for this last part; it's basically a mirror of "shadow" but it's rape this time.
Ginny ran.
She ran blindly, tears streaming down her face, hair flailing behind her. She tore at her surroundings, trying to break free, to escape. Her footsteps echoed with screams as she ran along the corridor.
She replayed her once-suppressed memories as she ran, watched Hermione being tortured by the man she thought she had known. She saw her brother, bruised and battered, his red hair falling off the pedestal like blood, sweeping the floor, finally pooling in an image of defeat. She watched Hermione fall again, collapsing into a brown bushy heap, trying to save Ginny from herself. She saw Harry.
She ran faster, her shoes falling off and getting lost in a long corridor, void of decoration and Death Eaters. Barefoot, Ginny ran faster, trying to outrun the image of Harry trusting her. Of him chained to the wall, glasses and wrists broken, his green eyes no longer brilliant. She watched them all trust her and be betrayed by her own delusions.
She stumbled, crumpled in a heap, lost, still in the stone prison once called Hogwarts. She wept until she collapsed, the castle’s cool floor the only presence she welcomed.
She regained consciousness later only to remember the sights she had tried to avoid. She knew now that it had been over a month since the Death Eaters and their master had captured the once invincible Hogwarts, making it a playground of torture and death. She saw traces of that battle in the corridor around her, spell marks and broken stones, pale patches along the walls where portraits had once hung.
She stood up weakly, hugging the wall for support. She took a few tentative steps forward, but shrank back when she heard voices. She recognized a few Hufflepuffs as they quickly and quietly entered the corridor.
She ran to them and took the shortest by the shoulders. “Where are they?” she asked in a hoarse whisper. The rest backed away as she shook her Hufflepuff. “Where are they?” she asked again. The boy tried to speak but Ginny shook him again. “Where are they?” she roared at him. Shaking, he pointed the other way down the corridor and she took off running, leaving them stunned.
She ran blindly again, her feet subconsciously directing her towards the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. She noticed the door was ajar with unnatural light flickering out of it. She slowed, then walked to the door. She peeked in and was startled to find the Chamber open. She looked around, hoping to not disturb Myrtle or any other bystander, before creeping to the gaping entrance. She took one last deep breath and jumped in, careful to make as little noise as possible.
She found the entrance that had been blocked was now blasted open, again without guards. She heard noises and shouts from deep within the Chamber and her heart leapt to her throat. She walked steadily on, finding each path suspiciously open and unguarded until at last she found the place of her most desperate dreams and darkest nightmares.
At the end of the Chamber he stood. Ginny knew him now, Voldemort, not the Tom Riddle she thought she had known, so well. Across from him stood Harry, weak and angry, flanked by Ron and Hermione. She could hear them speaking to each other but couldn’t make out the words.
Her heart leapt again as she watched Voldemort cast a spell at Harry which Ron blocked. She screamed and ran towards them. They all looked her way.
Ginevra. How good of you to join me in our victory dance.
She shuddered and turned her eyes away from him.
Come now, Ginevra.
She stepped closer to her brother, willing him to protect her. She watched, shocked, as Ron angrily yelled at her. Hermione stood with her arms crossed, glaring at her, while Harry alone looked at her with no expression.
Noting their lapse in concentration, Voldemort smiled. Watch this my Ginevra.
She gasped and pointed behind them as he cast a spell again aimed for Harry. Hermione was quicker this time and deflected the spell. Ron glared at Ginny before turning his back to her.
“Please, let me help,” she pleaded, taking a step closer to them.
Ginevra.
“No!” she screamed, falling to her knees.
Ron looked back at her, then crossed to her, picking her up. “What do you think you’re doing Ginny?” he whispered harshly at her.
Yes, Ginevra. What are you doing?
She grimaced, then “I’m trying to help, Ron. Harry needs me.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Ron pushed her back. “Not when you’re acting like this. This is serious. You need to go.” He walked her further down the Chamber, away from Harry, away from Voldemort.
“You need me,” she said.
“No. Go upstairs Ginny.”
“No! You can’t keep treating me like a child Ron!” She stamped her foot, adamant. “I will help. I’m involved in this too.”
Yes, Ginevra. Keep talking. Show him he’s wrong. That you aren’t a little girl anymore.
She cried out, clutching her head in her hands.
Ron looked at her again, then turned away. “Stay safe Ginny.”
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She watched as he took his place by Harry, across from Voldemort. Where she belonged.
Ginevra.
“No!” she screamed again. She heard his laughter as it filled her head. My sweet little Ginevra. She collapsed on the ground as pain threatened her head. She heard his laughter and her name and someone screaming before
Ginevra.
*~*
She gasped and closed her eyes as he ran his hands through her hair before wrapping them around her head and pulling her close to him. He nudged her with his nose, tickling her beneath her ear. She shivered as his breath caressed her ear and moved closer to him. He kissed her gently below her ear, suckling lightly at the tender spot on her neck. He whispered her name and captured her lips with his.
She was panting when he withdrew. He continued to kiss her, biting gently before roughly pushing her against the wall. Her eyes flew open as he ripped her shirt off, baring her chest for him. He nudged her legs apart with his own and grabbed her breasts, trying to kiss her again. She tried to push him away but he held both of her hands in one of his, then pushed them above her head. She was vulnerable and completely open in the dark room.
Blindly she struggled against him as he marked her, bruising her skin with bites and slaps. He pushed her legs further apart, tearing at her panties, thrusting fingers harshly. She screamed this time, still struggling. She writhed and panted, breathlessly resisting as he continued to abuse her. She screamed again when he bit her, screamed again as his tongue came into contact with her skin. The mark on his arm burned her face as he held her hands high above her head.
She cried and screamed and thrashed and whimpered as no help came. He thrust into her, completely destroying her. When he finished he touched her face gently, then place a kiss on her bruised and parched lips, before leaving her cold.
Ginevra.
Character(s): Ginny/Tom; mentions the trio
Prompt: disheveled
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 1206
Summary: "You need me," she said.
Author's Notes: umm...again, sorry this has taken so long. the last bit of the was hard to write, and it will be hard to read. the rating is for this last part; it's basically a mirror of "shadow" but it's rape this time.
Ginny ran.
She ran blindly, tears streaming down her face, hair flailing behind her. She tore at her surroundings, trying to break free, to escape. Her footsteps echoed with screams as she ran along the corridor.
She replayed her once-suppressed memories as she ran, watched Hermione being tortured by the man she thought she had known. She saw her brother, bruised and battered, his red hair falling off the pedestal like blood, sweeping the floor, finally pooling in an image of defeat. She watched Hermione fall again, collapsing into a brown bushy heap, trying to save Ginny from herself. She saw Harry.
She ran faster, her shoes falling off and getting lost in a long corridor, void of decoration and Death Eaters. Barefoot, Ginny ran faster, trying to outrun the image of Harry trusting her. Of him chained to the wall, glasses and wrists broken, his green eyes no longer brilliant. She watched them all trust her and be betrayed by her own delusions.
She stumbled, crumpled in a heap, lost, still in the stone prison once called Hogwarts. She wept until she collapsed, the castle’s cool floor the only presence she welcomed.
She regained consciousness later only to remember the sights she had tried to avoid. She knew now that it had been over a month since the Death Eaters and their master had captured the once invincible Hogwarts, making it a playground of torture and death. She saw traces of that battle in the corridor around her, spell marks and broken stones, pale patches along the walls where portraits had once hung.
She stood up weakly, hugging the wall for support. She took a few tentative steps forward, but shrank back when she heard voices. She recognized a few Hufflepuffs as they quickly and quietly entered the corridor.
She ran to them and took the shortest by the shoulders. “Where are they?” she asked in a hoarse whisper. The rest backed away as she shook her Hufflepuff. “Where are they?” she asked again. The boy tried to speak but Ginny shook him again. “Where are they?” she roared at him. Shaking, he pointed the other way down the corridor and she took off running, leaving them stunned.
She ran blindly again, her feet subconsciously directing her towards the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. She noticed the door was ajar with unnatural light flickering out of it. She slowed, then walked to the door. She peeked in and was startled to find the Chamber open. She looked around, hoping to not disturb Myrtle or any other bystander, before creeping to the gaping entrance. She took one last deep breath and jumped in, careful to make as little noise as possible.
She found the entrance that had been blocked was now blasted open, again without guards. She heard noises and shouts from deep within the Chamber and her heart leapt to her throat. She walked steadily on, finding each path suspiciously open and unguarded until at last she found the place of her most desperate dreams and darkest nightmares.
At the end of the Chamber he stood. Ginny knew him now, Voldemort, not the Tom Riddle she thought she had known, so well. Across from him stood Harry, weak and angry, flanked by Ron and Hermione. She could hear them speaking to each other but couldn’t make out the words.
Her heart leapt again as she watched Voldemort cast a spell at Harry which Ron blocked. She screamed and ran towards them. They all looked her way.
Ginevra. How good of you to join me in our victory dance.
She shuddered and turned her eyes away from him.
Come now, Ginevra.
She stepped closer to her brother, willing him to protect her. She watched, shocked, as Ron angrily yelled at her. Hermione stood with her arms crossed, glaring at her, while Harry alone looked at her with no expression.
Noting their lapse in concentration, Voldemort smiled. Watch this my Ginevra.
She gasped and pointed behind them as he cast a spell again aimed for Harry. Hermione was quicker this time and deflected the spell. Ron glared at Ginny before turning his back to her.
“Please, let me help,” she pleaded, taking a step closer to them.
Ginevra.
“No!” she screamed, falling to her knees.
Ron looked back at her, then crossed to her, picking her up. “What do you think you’re doing Ginny?” he whispered harshly at her.
Yes, Ginevra. What are you doing?
She grimaced, then “I’m trying to help, Ron. Harry needs me.”
“No, he doesn’t.” Ron pushed her back. “Not when you’re acting like this. This is serious. You need to go.” He walked her further down the Chamber, away from Harry, away from Voldemort.
“You need me,” she said.
“No. Go upstairs Ginny.”
“No! You can’t keep treating me like a child Ron!” She stamped her foot, adamant. “I will help. I’m involved in this too.”
Yes, Ginevra. Keep talking. Show him he’s wrong. That you aren’t a little girl anymore.
She cried out, clutching her head in her hands.
Ron looked at her again, then turned away. “Stay safe Ginny.”
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She watched as he took his place by Harry, across from Voldemort. Where she belonged.
Ginevra.
“No!” she screamed again. She heard his laughter as it filled her head. My sweet little Ginevra. She collapsed on the ground as pain threatened her head. She heard his laughter and her name and someone screaming before
Ginevra.
*~*
She gasped and closed her eyes as he ran his hands through her hair before wrapping them around her head and pulling her close to him. He nudged her with his nose, tickling her beneath her ear. She shivered as his breath caressed her ear and moved closer to him. He kissed her gently below her ear, suckling lightly at the tender spot on her neck. He whispered her name and captured her lips with his.
She was panting when he withdrew. He continued to kiss her, biting gently before roughly pushing her against the wall. Her eyes flew open as he ripped her shirt off, baring her chest for him. He nudged her legs apart with his own and grabbed her breasts, trying to kiss her again. She tried to push him away but he held both of her hands in one of his, then pushed them above her head. She was vulnerable and completely open in the dark room.
Blindly she struggled against him as he marked her, bruising her skin with bites and slaps. He pushed her legs further apart, tearing at her panties, thrusting fingers harshly. She screamed this time, still struggling. She writhed and panted, breathlessly resisting as he continued to abuse her. She screamed again when he bit her, screamed again as his tongue came into contact with her skin. The mark on his arm burned her face as he held her hands high above her head.
She cried and screamed and thrashed and whimpered as no help came. He thrust into her, completely destroying her. When he finished he touched her face gently, then place a kiss on her bruised and parched lips, before leaving her cold.
Ginevra.